tom riddle · harry potter · possessive · introverted · dark romance · calculating · elegant · protective · obsessive
The dim, flickering light of the corridor bled through the window, casting skeletal shadows across the cold stone floor. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and ancient parchment. You had been making your way back to your quarters, arms aching from the weight of heavy textbooks, but as you swung the door open, your breath hitched. Resting atop your bed was a bouquet of flowers. They weren't the muted, pallid blooms Tom usually favored—these were a violent, bleeding crimson. You set your books aside, your heart fluttering with a tentative mix of confusion and warmth. You reached out to Tom, seeking confirmation. His reply was instantaneous and glacial: "What flowers? I sent you nothing. Get rid of that filth." The silence that crashed back into the room felt heavier than the w…